[Comprehensive British and American] Fulian Hotel

Dean Winchester, male, ghost hunter who has been to heaven and hell, is facing the biggest trouble he has encountered today.

The drunken guy who called himself Tony (he made sure to call himself Tony Tony cutely) was lying on the backseat lovingly playing guess who I am with him, yes, the little blindfolded Game, on the road at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night-and even if you kill him, you won't let go.

"Holy*...you fucking let go of your hand!" Dean slammed on the brakes and heard the scream of the car behind him. With his perfect beast instinct, he slammed the steering wheel to avoid the car hitting from behind. It slammed into the guardrail of the street and stopped the car.

"Hahaha Dean, you're an idiot!" Tony slammed his head against the front seat as well, but this didn't seem to stop Tony Drunk Stark from being in a good mood at all. He rolled on the back seat and started While laughing at him, he played a game of talking with the left hand and the right hand.

Dean looked at the black beauty who was hit and was so distressed that he wanted to vomit blood: "Shut up!"

What happened to him recently?Disasters come to him again and again to befriend him!Should he pick an auspicious day next time before crawling out of purgatory? ?

First, I found out that my younger brother found a woman after he thought he was dead, and even raised a dog in his precious car... Dean finally accepted his younger brother with his sammy's unlimited tolerance It’s okay to want to pursue the life of ordinary people. The two of them started on the road awkwardly. As a result, his younger brother who claimed to be pursuing a happy life turned around and completed the first trial of closing the gates of hell for him—killing a The Cerberus drenched himself in blood, because he was weak and coughed up blood because of the trial. Dean was so depressed that he left him to drink some wine to have some fun, and bumped into this man again!Just be forced to send him home!Now he was hit by the other party and crashed his car!

Dean hated Tony and seriously considered strangling him and dumping his body in the wilderness.

Tony was still grinning and playing games with his left and right hands, talking about scientific research that Dean couldn't understand at all, but Captain America...

"Who is Captain America?" Dean couldn't help asking, he always felt that the other party seemed to be obsessed with that guy.

"Cap is... the most fascinating superhero in the world..." the drunk Tony said cheerfully, so the next topic will not be scientific experiments, skip directly to Captain America, from his measurements and height to hobbies to ten Eight Forbidden Topics...

When Tony stared at how much he fucking liked his size, Dean finally couldn't bear it anymore, opened the rear door and punched him.

Then the world was quiet, and Dean sat back in the front seat and stepped on the gas pedal in a good mood, which should have been done a long time ago!

It was early morning when he arrived at the destination. Dean looked at the big hotel in front of him and clicked his tongue, making sure that he remembered the address Tony said correctly, but where is such a magnificent hotel in the wilderness?Looks like a big rip off trap.

Dean hugged Tony, who was limp into a puddle, and walked towards the hotel door. He felt uncomfortable when he stepped on the soft carpet. .

"Wow, our Sleeping Princess is back? I thought I'd go to the police station to pick him up tomorrow based on the news." Dean just pushed through the door when he heard a woman with red lips and black hair tease, Dean He couldn't help swallowing his saliva at the opponent's snow-white and plump upper body.

She smiled happily at Dean, and embraced the drunk Tony very naturally. She rubbed Tony's head, but she didn't seem to have any ambiguous feeling of a couple, more like a pure family: "Sorry, it's so late Well, maybe our regular sweetheart is already asleep, so I'll take it."

"Max, leave it to me." A well-dressed Steve appeared at the top of the stairs. Almost at the first glance, Dean was sure that this was the captain Tony had been obsessed with. There was no way, Tony's description was too detailed, even The measurements were all the same, he hugged Tony easily, the difficult guy grumbled and complained, and then obediently got into his arms.

Steve was a little surprised at the other party's obedience, but he only blamed it on the fact that the other party was really drunk.

Dean shrugged: "Guys, when the delivery arrives, there is no need for a tip. I will retreat first."

"Wait... sir." Steve's smile looked gentle and friendly, while frowning and looking at the wound on Tony's face, the instigator Dean looked up at the sky guiltily, "It's so late, why don't you come to sleep Leaving later? As you can see... that's what we're in for."

"Forgive me, I don't want to wash dishes for ten lifetimes here to pay off my debts." He is still busy saving all human beings.

"You saved us a lot of trouble by sending Tony back, so I don't think he'll blame us for giving you a free night's sleep."

Dean raised his eyebrows, if he didn't take advantage of it, it would be too unlike him: "Thanks then, buddy."

Dean decided to implement his good qualities of being helpful in the future, and he swore that this was definitely the most comfortable room he had ever lived in in his life!Clean carpet, no strange graffiti walls, warm yellow lighting, sufficient hot water in the bathroom, big and soft bed, and his favorite vibrating massage effect!And that doesn't even have to be coined!He took an incomparably beautiful bath, let the younger brother and purgatory in his mind get out of the way temporarily, lay on the pillow beautifully, and yawned comfortably.

So far so good, he's had the best sleep he's had in months - if he hadn't suddenly heard a hysterical scream outside in the middle of the night.

Dean immediately pulled out the shotgun under his pillow and slammed the door open. Tony was standing not far from his room, pointing and screaming with tears in his eyes. Dean quickly ran over and pointed the gun in that direction .

Then he watched, a cockroach crawled past him.

Dean: "..."

Everyone was also drawn out by Tony's ghostly cry. Tony turned his head and slammed into Captain America's arms like the wind, hugging his waist tightly and not letting go.

Everyone in the hotel is =口= this expression, even the Hulk.

Watson's first reaction was to take out his phone and take a few snaps: "He's the one who will add pictures tonight's blog!"

Sherlock yawned in his silk nightgown: "Great to hear, did Stark finally remove his pituitary gland?"

Steve himself was also stunned. He asked Jarvis to give Tony enough sober medicine. The other party should have returned to normal long ago, but what is the situation now?

Tony didn't care that much, he kept holding Steve, wiped his tears and snot all over the other's clothes, and expressed his dissatisfaction with Steve's stunned performance: "Cap, I'm crying, I'm scared ! You should hold me!"

Steve blinked blankly, but still tightened his grip on the other's shoulders: "Oh, it's okay, don't be afraid, we're all here."

Tony was very satisfied, raised his head and kissed Captain America, smiling brightly: "Well, I like Steve the most!"

"Oh..." Everyone had a dazed expression on their faces. They had encountered vampires, demons, and all kinds of supernatural creatures within a few days after they came to this world, but now this... is definitely the scariest thing they have ever seen. The supernatural thing is up!

Steve's face was blushing enough to bleed, but he still dutifully held the abnormal Iron Man, because Tony kept moving around and looked like he would slide to the floor in a second: "That... …Dean, did Tony eat anything weird at the drinking place?"

"I'm sure he smoked a little weed, nothing else, he doesn't usually do that?" Dean pointed at the guy buried in Steve's arms, "I thought it was normal for him to be such a big fan of you."

"...Believe me, he won't be like this when the world ends." Steve said with a wry smile.

"Oh!" Dean suddenly remembered, "When I saw him, he was bitten by a strange guy, but I checked his wound and it was not bitten. The other party probably was interrupted before he could make a move. That's right."

The next second Tony began to grind the muscles on Steve's arm with his teeth, and now even Dean was sure that this should not only be the behavior of a fanatical fan, the other's actions were like a ten-year-old kid: " Oh... I think, probably... that weird guy did succeed, don't worry, we're in this business, and we'll be in charge of finding that weird guy."

"I hope you can find the guy who made Tony become like this." Steve rubbed Tony's head helplessly, "Hey, Tony, loosen your teeth."

"You?" Watson asked.

"Yeah, and my brother, but he's a big Barbie right now and can't be of much help."

"At least I'm a Barbie who remembers to bring a wallet when she runs away from home, and I also know that he met a dementor." A man with a travel bag opened the door and walked in. It was a tall man, but With a pair of gentle dog eyes, he tossed the wallet to Dean, "I thought you were stripped and thrown outside the bar."

"I thought you wouldn't notice these small details when you were immersed in the tenderness of a woman. Emilia has been calling you all night, hasn't she?" Dean grinned. Emilia is Sam's new girlfriend. , even after Sam agreed to go ghost hunting with Dean again, she didn't give up on leaving him.

Sam glared at him, as if he didn't want to bring up the subject: "Hey, you're the one who stayed out all night."

"Hey guys, do you mind waiting a while to catch up?" Steve cut them off, turning to Sam, "What are you talking about about dementors?"

Sam took out his laptop, quickly typed in a few words, and brought up the interface for everyone to see: "Dementors are humanoid monsters that feed on souls. Their teeth are transparent and only cause pain. It will cause substantial wounds, and the minds of those who have been sucked by them will regress. As for how old they are, it will vary from person to person, but they are the type that is used to hoarding food. After collecting souls, they will temporarily store them. Eat it slowly, so we still have a chance."

"...what if the soul was actually eaten by him?" Steve asked.

"Then...he will remain in this state until the day he dies."

Everyone's eyes were on Tony. Iron Man, whose mental age was only ten years old, was tired and fell asleep in Captain America's arms, looking carefree.